Come Back to Me

"Tracy..."

He didn't notice his anxiety in his tone.

Her way was blocked by Brody. When Tracy was going to push away Brody who was standing in front of the door, she found that she was so weak that she was held into his arms.

He held her soft hand.

Brody frowned and shouted at her angrily, "can't you speak?"

Looking at her pale and stubborn face, he had some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

His heart trembled with the bleeding hand.

As she caught the subtext of his words, she gave a bitter and beautiful smile and said, "Brody, I don't care about your pity at all."

She tried to withdraw her hand, but it was too soft to lift a little bit of strength.

The porcelain seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

Brody carefully held up both of her hands to see, which hurt Tracy deeply.

"Ray, fetch a bowl of water and a knife from the kitchen." Turning around, Brody said softly to Ray.

Ray nodded his head obediently.

With his brows furrowed, he bent over to check her palm.

The bloody shredded porcelain was inserted into her flesh.

"Does it hurt?"

Brody looked at Tracy and said.

His tone was a kind of pampering blame.

He seemed to be complaining about her unruly behavior.

He was complaining that she didn't take good care of herself.

"It's none of your business." Tracy said while withdrawing her hands back

She stared at him stubbornly, and her eyes were full of disgust.

"Tracy Don't be so ungrateful! "

He shouted angrily and felt uncomfortable when she looked at him in disgust.

"That's ridiculous."

She turned her head.

After a few seconds, Tracy ran towards the door through Brody's inattention.

"Come here?"

Seeing that Tracy was about to run to the door. Brody pulled a long face.

Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. At this moment, on the floor of the study, on the ground, Tracy's clothes and even her little face were stained with blood.

Brody's hands were scarlet with blood too. He directly lifted her to his chest when he saw that Tracy was stubbornly glaring at him again.

Pulling the chair aside.

Ray nodded to Brody and walked out quietly when he sent the basin and the knife.

He didn't even cast a glance at Tracy from beginning to end.

However, there was sadness on Tracy's face

Roy was just a kid, but he had already learned how to pretend to be nice to others. The fierceness and coldness of Ray in front of Tracy was in sharp contrast to his obedience in front of Brody.

thought Ray

"Ah --"

pain in her palm brought her back to her senses.

because of the pain and she

by Brody forcibly. "Don't move."

coldly,

the pieces out, he had to cut

Would hurt.

pale face of Tracy, and his heart trembled abruptly.

couldn't bear to see her in such

"No --"

the knife touched her hand, she withdrew her hand

by the sharp knife, not to mention the knife directly passed into her palm.

the same time, she tried to take her hand back, but failed, because her hand was tightly held by

the blood stained

were full of fear and

"You know it hurts?"

don't have to be sarcastic

a leap from the chair to the

by

"Have a seat --"

sort of threatening this time.

Tracy was much more stubborn than before.

"No --"

her

him coldly, "Brody, are you worried about

looked at him ironically.

It seemed that he remembered what he was doing after

cold as ice. He pulled her to a chair

want me to care about you? How

He snorted.

furious that he tightly pressed

tie you up

to

stopped struggling. Her face turned pale because it hurt so much and the bleeding had

was so dizzy as if she was

"A little bit painful..."

with

skipped a beat when he saw the wound.

pain flashed through her eyes.

that Tracy was very feeble, but she was still unwilling

her eyes, Tracy didn't say anything

painful, you can shout

down at her. Then he

pointed the sharp knife at

at the dagger intending to be stabbed into her flesh. She

rose from the

was also because her own thought was making trouble.

body, it must be shaken back and forth in her flesh. Cut the wound on her palm

"Hmm --"

her palm, Tracy almost let out a scream,

teeth,

"Clap -"

Brody's hand and made a clear sound.

it was her tears or her

knife. He was a little hesitant when he felt the liquid on his hand. But soon he made

give up so easily. He gritted her teeth and pierced the knife a few inches deeper, although he

her lower lip tightly, while the sharp pain

the knife

the pain, her whole body could not help but twist

finally could

were cut

out several times to stop Brody.

"Idiot --"

do anything to her. Annoyed, he stared at